In the Meadow
It was nowhere near the worst place the Apprentice Aurors had been taken for training. (He was still split on whether the worst had been the week spent in those muggle places called "the sub burbs", or the three days in a Wales swamp.) Really, this area was lovely, with a wide clearing covered in pale, blooming yellow flowers that were useful in several different potions he could name, framed by large, thick trees spaced far enough apart for the sunlight to fall easily through in green beams. And, if rumor was to be believed, a golden stag had been seen traversing the nearby forest in recent years.
That still didn't mean Draco was enjoying himself. And with the rain pounding down, he had been forced into the tent set up for himself and his training partner.
Whoever was in charge of deciding on said partnerships clearly had a wicked sense of humor to saddle him with Potter. Everyone knew they had been childhood enemies, and that both had caused one another bodily damage in those years. On the other hand, perhaps they had paid more attention to the reports that Potter had defended Draco and his mother during the infamous Death Eater Trials.
The worst part of being partnered with Potter, however, was that the more time they spent working together, the more they were forced to talk.
Which led to this supremely uncomfortable moment when Draco realized that he thought of Potter as a friend.
"Draco?"
"Shut up, Harry."
